The Dancing Master (Stolen Moments) - Plot & Excerpts
Her partner heaved a martyred sigh and waved away the governess who was sitting at the piano. "Take a break, Favers. We'll call you when we need you again." The governess rose from the piano stool with a look of relief, curtsied, and left the room muttering about a nice hot cup of tea. Her partner's attention focused back on her. "Miss Marriott. You are not concentrating." "I can't do it. I just can't." She spoke to a button on his waistcoat, not daring to lift her eyes any higher to see the disappointment written in his face. She hated for him to think she was not trying, but even more than that, she hated for him to think she was clumsy or gauche. His good opinion meant so much to her. "You know I have promised your father that I would have you ready to make your come out in just a few short weeks." His voice displayed his irritation only too clearly. Her eyes filled with tears and she blinked hard to stop them from falling. That was part of the problem. She didn't want to come out in society and have to spend her days making interminable morning calls and dancing with dull old men at parties just because they asked her to.
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